Chapter 290: Burn the boats and fight to the death
what to do?
Everyone turned their eyes to Lu Wenwu.
Among those present, he was the only one who had the final say.
Whether it is identity, status, or strength.
The unrivaled power and the position of Dragon Emperor all prove this point.
"Your Majesty, if the top combat forces are withdrawn, how long can we last at most?" A powerful god-transforming cultivator stopped his own blood from flowing and couldn't help asking.
Lu Wenwu sensed it slightly, and after a moment's reflection, he replied, "If we extract all the mid- and late-stage Spiritual Transformation experts, increase the amplification of the Purgatory Great Wall to its limit, and burn the spirit veins at all costs, then what?"
Having said that, Lu Wenwu suddenly stopped and made a puzzled sound.
His eyes opened slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
"Interesting. Is this human nature?"
The top powerhouses looked bewildered, with doubts in their eyes.
human nature?
What is human nature?
At this time, do you still have time to gain enlightenment here?
"Send out the command talisman, all the True Lords in the middle and late stages of the Spiritual Transformation Realm will immediately form a team nearby and assemble at the first line of defense." Lu Wenwu stood up and said lightly.
"What?" Saint Hengru was shocked. "Your Majesty, Dragon Emperor, please think twice! With all due respect, although there is a chance of success in forcibly decapitating the enemy by mobilizing powerful individuals, I don't believe the remaining disciples can hold the second line of defense! If you can't explain the reason, I cannot obey your order!"
What Saint Hengru said makes sense.
All the cultivators in the middle and late stages of the Divine Transformation Realm were mobilized to form a death squad. With the support of the Great Wall of Purgatory, Saint Hengru had no doubt that he and his men could reach the True Demon Queen.
With more than ten peak-level True Lords joining forces, plus Lu Wenwu, the extremely powerful Dragon Emperor, they may not have no chance to defy the will of heaven and kill the immortals.
This is indeed recorded in the history of the world of immortal cultivation!
A brilliant swordsman and a Dragon Emperor have both achieved this.
Even though they themselves died soon after due to serious injuries after killing the immortal, it did work.
They have a chance, but what about the defense?
Just rely on those god-transformation-level war shadows to hold the scene?
Without the support of a true late-stage God Transformation Real Lord, they would never be a match for those vast and numerous Splitting Organisms.
The enemy's numbers are too large, and they can easily drain the spiritual power of the monks who form the war.
Poor endurance happens to be one of the biggest drawbacks of War Shadow.
Once the defense line collapses too quickly, hundreds of millions of fission organisms will invade the heart of the world of immortal cultivation in a very short time, killing all life within their sight and polluting all the land beneath their feet.
Even the sky will become dark and the sun's rays will be obscured.
At that time, even if they could really eliminate the True Demon Queen, the remaining massive polluting force would completely destroy everything in the world of immortal cultivation and fundamentally destroy the living environment needed by all living things.
In this case, even if the beheading is successful, it will be meaningless.
Not only Saint Hengru, most of the other late-stage spirit masters also thought so.
Only the Buddha Lord Konglu, the Demon Lord Xuehe, and the old dragon Jiao Shengwu stood firmly behind Lu Wenwu and had unreasonable trust in the orders he gave.
Lu Wenwu was not annoyed by this.
He thought he was not some Long Aotian-style protagonist who had an aura of public speaking and who could make others believe whatever he said without thinking and whose morale would soar.
It is normal to doubt and it is normal to have doubts.
When it comes to matters concerning the life and death of the entire world, even the identity of the Dragon King is no longer enough.
It worked well before because everyone understood that facing the end of the world, unity was the only way out.
But now it seems to be a dead end with no solution, and it is a fight of life and death that requires victory.
Without a fixed pattern, you naturally need to think more and provide strong evidence and reasonable ideas.
But what he was more curious about was why the old monk was so convinced of his own words?
Glancing at the Buddha Kongluo who was silently chanting the Mantra of Rebirth, Lu Wenwu explained, "You'll know the reason in about an incense stick's time. Before then, try to recover as much as possible. There's still a bloody battle to come."
"Okay, then let's do as His Majesty the Dragon Emperor says."
Saint Hengru thought about it and simply sat down.
I can wait for the time of an incense stick.
Even if they didn't have this time, they were already very tired and needed enough time to meditate and regulate their breathing.
In this way, the other several True Gods of Transformation followed suit and also began to take the pills to stabilize their internal energy and slowly repair the injuries they had sustained in the previous battle.
The spiritual veins in various places are constantly trembling, as if the world is trying to squeeze out its last bit of strength and release a desperate attack.
The Dragon Mansion is connected to the veins of the world, and every move cannot escape the perception of the controller.
With the help of the power of the Dragon Mansion, Lu Wenwu could clearly feel that a large amount of spiritual vein power was being continuously extracted, and the fluctuations of space jumps became more and more frequent.
Tsk.
When I was about to die, I finally felt the pain.
Well, after all, I have contributed to this world.
Lu Wenwu looked into the distance, heading towards the direction of the True Demon Queen.
The huge claws that covered the sky and the sun waved up and down, and countless corrupt forces were like thick ink, constantly spreading and sweeping across the entire world of immortal cultivation.
The spiritual veins at the outermost circle have been completely drained, forming a spiritual vacuum.
The spread was as slow as expected, but it was still advancing slowly and steadily.
Even if he hadn't noticed the unusual movement just now, he had already decided to go all out.
The concentration of corrupted power in this world is already very high, and we can't wait any longer.
With a slight closing of his eyes, the dilapidated scene of the Qingxuan Sword Sect's small world appeared before his eyes, shocking!
After a long time, a change finally appeared in the noisy battlefield.
It was like dropping a stone into an already turbulent battlefield.
It caused some waves, but did not attract too much attention.
As time went by, the sounds of breaking through the air were heard one after another. The power of the spiritual vein, which was originally burning at a gradually slowing speed, suddenly surged and was increasing rapidly at an incredible speed.
Lu Wenwu's eyes suddenly opened wide, his energy and spirit had reached its peak, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.
"Duh!"
A spell exploded in the air, and a huge bronze hammer seemed to come from the sky, passing through layers of black curtains and falling on the battlefield like a meteor.
"boom!"
The rolling air waves carried countless blood, mud, ice and snow and exploded in all directions. The violent thunder jumped like a silver snake, triggering a chain reaction. The flames ignited by the thunder instantly divided a large area of the battlefield.
Countless numbers of split organisms were annihilated in this attack!
Even though they have extremely strong vitality, they seem so small and weak in the face of absolute power and violence.
This heavy hammer blow seemed to make the entire battlefield stop for a moment.
Even those monks who had not noticed the changes on the battlefield before were alarmed, and the most sensitive peak-level gods also noticed it.
This kind of large-scale killing method of a true god who stirs up celestial phenomena, pushes his own life-defining magic weapon to the extreme, and then smashes it into the sea of monsters is actually very stupid on the battlefield today.
The number of casualties caused is completely disproportionate to the amount of spiritual power expended.
Besides, the fission organisms are not intelligent creatures. These guys, whose minds are filled with destruction and killing, have no idea what fear is, let alone what shock is.
Therefore, this powerful method, which looks very imposing but is actually not very cost-effective, was quickly eliminated in high-intensity battles.
Instead, there is a single-target burst method that saves more spiritual energy and has the highest killing efficiency.
Those combat practitioners who did not know how to conserve spiritual energy and change their fighting methods are now all dead.
This is undoubtedly a foolish act.
But it was precisely this kind of foolish behavior that made countless monks feel excited, and their morale, which had been gradually declining, suddenly soared.
This means - support!
This is not part of the support originally planned!
Those guys who had been hiding in the cave without any corresponding signs have come to support us!
"It's just a demon from outside the region. Here comes your Thunder Hammer Grandpa!"
An old man, nearly five meters tall, with muscles more exaggerated than those of a bodybuilding champion, smashed into the battlefield in the same way as the bronze hammer did before.
He shook his flowing white beard in front of his chest, and the muscles on his naked upper body bulged. It seemed as if others could hear his strong heart beating violently.
With a stretch of his hand, the huge bronze hammer suddenly turned into a ray of light and shot into the old man's hand.
The silver lightning flashed, causing thunder to surge in the sky, as if dark clouds were covering the sky.
This ability to move celestial phenomena is undoubtedly that of a true deity!
"That old fellow, Thunder Hammer True Venerable, is still alive!" said Blood River True Venerable with a look of emotion. "When I first embarked on the path of cultivation, this old fellow was already a Divine Transformation over a thousand years old. I never thought that another thousand years would pass and he would still be alive."
Before everyone could finish their sighs, another giant sword appeared in the sky.
The sword light came across thousands of meters, and the sharp sword energy was like a swimming dragon or a fierce tiger, strangling all the ten-mile-long living bodies in an instant!
"Dragon and Tiger Sword Qi, this is Fengyun Sword Master! He's still alive! And he's broken through to the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation!"
"The Fengyun Sword Sect has declined to the point where its lineage is nearly extinct. Unexpectedly, their ancestor hasn't passed away, but is instead hiding in the world of immortal cultivation."
This time it was the turn of the righteous side to be amazed.
This is another old monster who has long been believed to be missing and deceased.
Unexpectedly, he gave up his search for immortals and his years of secluded life, and appeared on this meat grinder-like battlefield.
There are not only these two old monsters who never come out into the world. There are many more who are constantly joining the battlefield.
Either the Nascent Soul or the God Transformation.
The defensive strength of the entire battlefield and the speed at which the Purgatory Wall's spiritual veins were consumed increased instantly.
Looking towards the rear of the second line of defense, in the distant sky, just under the black curtain, there seemed to be a group of colorful birds flying towards this side.
Looking closely, that is not a flying bird.
That's a group of flying swords!
There are countless flying magic weapons!
There are countless cultivators who are either riding flying swords, or driving flying boats, or activating flying magic weapons, or simply flying with their own magic power!
Here they come, all here!
Countless sword lights and magic spells covered the sky at this moment, and even the black curtain that covered the sky was lit up at this moment.
That is the glow of spiritual power and the roar of a monk!
"Hahahaha. Just in time, just in time!"
Saint Hengru laughed wildly, and even the lingering haze in his heart was dispelled by this belated reinforcement.
Their arrival was like a shot of adrenaline injected into the entire battlefield.
We monks have not admitted defeat yet, and have not accepted our fate!
My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God, let alone a mere evil demon from outside!
This time, without Lu Wenwu's order, the peak-level gods had already sent messages to the battlefield and mobilized their top combat forces.
The gap in the battlefield left by them was filled by the newly arrived reinforcements, the Divine Transformation Monks.
Even though these latecomers had never cooperated before, they had experienced an extraordinary battle of such a large scale.
But everyone believed that the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, they had become fearless warriors and an indispensable part of the Purgatory Wall!
Taking advantage of the brief gap created by the previous reinforcements' bombardment, the True Gods who had been here before began to gather from all corners of the battlefield towards the central area, and finally converged on the first line of defense.
Regardless of whether they were in the late or middle stages of the Spirit Transformation Realm, everyone was injured, and some had even lost parts of their limbs.
After waiting for an incense stick of time, the number of people who arrived at the assembly point made the peak-level gods feel silent, as if their hearts were being grabbed by a hand.
Including Lu Wenwu and others, there are less than thirty people in the middle and late stages of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Even if we count the few True Gods who arrived later and offered support spontaneously, there were only a little over thirty people.
The old face Shuoguang Jianzun, who had dealt with Lu Wenwu before, was not in the team.
It was obvious that he had died on the battlefield.
The only spirit beast left of the Beast Tamer Puppet Master was an old Sky Scaled Green Horned Beast, and half of the Four Symbols Puppet that was once used to seal the Infinite Sword Master had been damaged.
Even Caomu Danzun, the only remaining god of alchemy, has come here controlling the alchemy furnace.
"Tianlu died in battle, and I brought the remaining talismans he didn't have time to use."
Caomu Danzun spoke in a low voice and opened a blood-stained Qiankun bag, revealing stacks of blood-colored talismans.
"Give it to everyone, and take all the remaining pills I have."
Lu Wenwu did not take it.
These pills and talismans are almost useless to him, as he is not used to using talismans to assist in combat.
Moreover, the body-refining technique of conquering people with virtue is obviously contrary to the system of cultivating immortals. Those explosive pills are not as useful as fatal blows, so he simply does not seek external help.
He wasn't the only one who didn't take anything, though.
There was another person who did not take action either.
The owner of Tianji Tower!
Lu Wenwu looked over curiously, and the other person's old eyes just happened to look back at him.
"Don't you want to take some life-saving talismans and pills?" Lu Wenwu asked.
"I don't have any use for these anymore."
The owner of Tianji Tower shook his head, sat down cross-legged, took out an altar and placed it in front of him.
The originally cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, as if starlight was reflected in them.
"Kill the Immortal. Kill the Immortal!"
"It's going to work!"
(End of this chapter)
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